Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.